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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The New Freethinker</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">John Grubby who was short and stout <br>And troubled with religious doubt, <br>Refused about the age of three <br>To sit upon the curate's knee; <br>(For so the eternal strife must rage <br>Between the spirit of the age <br>And Dogma, which, as is well known, <br>Does simply hate to be outgrown). <br>Grubby, the young idea that shoots, <br>Outgrew the ages like old boots; <br>While still, to all appearance, small, <br>Would have no Miracles at all; <br>And just before the age of ten <br>Firmly refused Free Will to men. <br>The altars reeled, the heavens shook, <br>Just as he read of in the book; <br>Flung from his house went forth the youth <br>Alone with tempests and the Truth. <br>Up to the distant city and dim <br>Where his papa had bought for him <br>A partnership in Chepe and Deer <br>Worth, say twelve hundred pounds a year. <br>But he was resolute. Lord Brute <br>Had found him useful; and Lord Loot, <br>With whom few other men would act, <br>Valued his promptitude and tact; <br>Never did even philanthrophy <br>Enrich a man more rapidly: <br>'Twas he that stopped the Strike in Coal, <br>For hungry children racked his soul; <br>To end their misery there and then <br>He filled the mines with Chinamen <br>Sat in that House that broke the Kings, <br>And voted for all sorts of things -- <br>And rose from Under-Sec. to Sec. <br>With scarce a murmur or a check. <br>Some grumbled. Growlers who gave less <br>Than generous worship to success, <br>The little printers in Dundee, <br>Who got ten years for blasphemy, <br>(Although he let them off with seven) <br>Respect him rather less than heaven. <br>No matter. This can still be said: <br>Never to supernatural dread <br>Never to unseen deity, <br>Did Sir John Grubby bend the knee; <br>Nor was he bribed by fabled bliss <br>To kneel to any world but this. <br>The curate lives in Camden Town, <br>His lap still empty of renown, <br>And still across the waste of years <br>John Grubby, in the House of Peers, <br>Faces that curate, proud and free, <br>And never sits upon his knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gilbert+Keith+Chesterton">Gilbert Keith Chesterton</a><div class=q>
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And troubled with religious doubt, 
Refused about the age of three 
To sit upon the curate's knee; 
(For so the eternal strife must rage 
Between the spirit of the age 
And Dogma, which, as is well known, 
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